Spellbound Quotes

“Of course ya love me. I'm very loveable.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“Is he all right?" Jane asked.
"Oh, sure, probably losing a fight against a squirrel," Angus said.
"Or his shadow...”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“Good. Now let's go down to the pub and meet the townsfolk," Iain said.
"Bar," Euann corrected, just to be contrary.
"Let's go down to the pub before I hit ya with a bar," Iain said.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“Iain MacGregor,” she whispered longingly, looking up. The woods were quiet. Strips of moonlight shone through tree limbs that reached like surreal black fingertips across her vision. A single tear slid down her cheek. She touched her mouth, imagining his kiss.
Taking a small pocket knife out of her cargo pants, she looked about. A mystic had once told her that if she left pieces of herself around while she lived, it would expand her haunting territory when she died. Jane wasn’t sure she believed in sideshow magic tricks—or the Old Magick as the mystic had spelled it on her sign. She had no idea what had possessed her to talk to the palm reader and ask about ghosts. Still, just in case, she was leaving her stamp all over the woods.
She cut her palm and pressed it to a nearby tree under a branch. Holding the wound to the rough bark stung at first, but then it made her feel better. This forest wouldn’t be a bad eternity.
The sound of running feet erupted behind her and she stiffened. No one ever came out here at night. She’d walked the woods hundreds of times. Her mind instantly went to the creepy girl ghosts chanting by the stream.
“Whoohoo!”
Jane whipped around, startled as a streak of naked flesh sprinted past her. The Scottish voice was met with loud cheers from those who followed him. “Water’s this way, lads, or my name isn’t Raibeart MacGregor, King of the Highlands!”
Another naked man dashed through the forest after him. “It smells of freedom.”
Jane stayed hidden in the branches, undetected, with her hand pressed to the bark.
“Aye, freedom from your proper Cait,” Raibeart answered, his voice coming through the dark where he’d disappeared into the trees.
“Murdoch, stop him before he reaches town. Cait will not teleport ya out of jail again,” a third man yelled, not running quite so fast. “Raibeart, ya are goin’ the wrong way!”
“Och, Angus, my Cait canna live without me,” Murdoch, the second streaker, answered. “She’ll always come to my rescue.”
“I said stop him, Murdoch, we’re new to this place.” Angus skidded to a stop and lifted his jaw, as if sensing he was being watched. He looked in her direction and instantly covered his manhood as his eyes caught Jane’s shocked face in the tree limbs. “Oh, lassie.”
“Oh, naked man,” Jane teased before she could stop herself.
“That I am,” Angus answered, “but there is an explanation for it.”
“I don’t think some things need explained,” Jane said.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“I don't want to move out of bed."
"I don't want to move out of bed either. Let's live here.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“For ya, love, I will be anything ya want... even a potato.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“You're a walking Christmas light?"
"No," he said a little defensively. "I'm a powerful warlock.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“Would it make you feel better if I had a panic attack?" Jane sat on the couch and suppressed a small yawn. "I mean, it's almost four in the morning and a little early for a panic attack, but I can try to muster up the energy to fake one.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“He took her hand from her head and held it in his. "Your beauty could make a rose blush."
"Are you... drunk?”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“So, the MacGregors."
"Yeah." Jane nodded with a long sigh. "The MacGregors."
"I don't get what the big deal is with them," Charlotte said.
"If you saw under their kilts, you would get what the big deal---" Annabelle tried to break in.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“Angus skidded to a stop and lifted his jaw as if sensing he was being watched. He looked in her direction and instantly covered his manhood as his eyes caught Jane's shocked face in the tree limbs. "Oh, lassie."
"Oh, naked man," Jane teased before she could stop herself.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“Ya smell like honey," he said.
"I'm allergic to bees," she whispered.
"I'll do my best not to sting ya, love.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“Would ya like to---" Iain paused, shocked as the pretty woman turned and hurried away from him. To himself, he finished, "Get a drink with me?”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“Lydia Barratt, "táim in grá leat." Erik took a knee. "Say ya will marry me lassie.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound

“This is amazing,” Jane said. “I show your sister a picture and she makes me food.” “Should I be jealous? Ya didn’t get this excited by my powers,” Iain said. “You didn’t tell me you could materialize cupcakes off a magazine picture,” Jane said. “That’s because he can’t,” Malina informed. “Oh, and I didn’t tell you the best part. You get all the pleasure of eating but none of the weight. On the down side, none of the nutrition if you’re locked somewhere without actual food.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound